I haven't had time this weekend to really process as it's been hell of a weekend, but I was in high school with my 1gb sandisk and purple wrap around earbuds from sony and had room for only about 50 songs or so. Getting on and off the bus, talking to no one, having to walk back through my neighborhood to deliver papers, one of first bands I ever listened to outside of the Who on my long journey through stereotypical dad-rock, AC/DC was there at the beginning. 

         One of the first CDs I ever bought was AC/DC's High Voltage. One of the first songs I ever heard that gave me goosebumps was "Live Wire." Live Wire, "Rock and Roll Singer" "High Voltage." It was the first time I realized there was more to a band than their radio hits. I was fucking sick of hearing "TNT" and "Dirty Deeds" and in my opinion, I dug Bon Scott AC/DC way more than Brian Johnson AC/DC. (AKA, the Back in Black record) It was the birth of a process I still use to this day with listening to artists I'm really into. I start from Track #1, album #1, and go through their discography in chronological order. I was so pleasantly surprised that there were SO MANY songs I was into I was appalled they hadn't played any of it on the radio. Thus began my hatred for mainstream radio. Even in the classic rock realm of stations, it's all shite. Very rarely will you hear anything other than the 2-3 hits an artist had. Until of course, you know, they die. THEN they'll play one or two rarities for the afternoon commute and continue regular programming as scheduled the next hour or day.

                  As I sit here listening to Live Wire as I write, I'm still getting goosebumps. I see them. It's insane. I haven't heard it in a while. But it's amazing too. My brain goes back to two images listening to these songs. One is walking back from the bus stop in High School. I specifically recall having it turned up as loud as possible, and as the intro pumps directly in my ear, it's so damn loud that the outside world comes in pumps as well in between bass chugs. Do you know that feeling? It's something I can only really convey by showing someone. I remember feeling goosebumps and that experience walking home so vividly that over 10 years later I somehow recall that flash of time. 

       The other is driving in the passenger seat with my step dad with the CD in going up 28 in Salem and I had "High Voltage" and "Rock and Roll Singer" on and we were bobbing to it. Not sure why I remember it but I do. So to commemorate Malcome, and selfishly and more importantly, spend a moment reminiscing in my past, here's a few that really got me into ballsy fucking rock. Although I've evolved far beyond the scope of AC/DC, and it's sometimes a huge guilty pleasure of mine, they really were the first or second band I REALLY got into in the beginning when I was in my first ever bands. 

                 Here's one where Malcom's on the intro and you can really hear the rhythm guitar in the beginning. RIP Malcome.